[prompt 1] Who am I?
I remember how cold the winter was, and how dark the trees were. The wind was biting. It nearly cut my cheeks as Tumnus and I ran through the forest, searching out the light of the lamppost. When spring came, it stole my breath in wonder. The sun shone gently on my hair, and later, after the White Witch was defeated - slain by Aslan - a crown sparkled.
I came home to England, back to Professor Kirke's home, and there was never another winter so chill as that first one in Narnia. We grew up again, knock-need and clumsy, trading secret glances when the Macready caught us whispering to ourselves of the warmth of a Narnian summer.
I almost felt an echo of the endless winter later, when we came to Cair Paravel again. When I called to the trees and couldn't wake them from their sleep, I felt as tiny as before Aslan breathed a lion's courage into me.
I've sailed the seas with Caspian, watched Eustace turn from a prat into a brave man, and now I've journeyed to the real Narnia, never to leave again. Sometimes I watch the shadow Earth, and see Susan crying and lonely. Then all I want to do is rush to her, to put my arms around her and be her little sister again.
I'm never any one person any more. Was it easier when I could be?